These are relevant references from the Books where a Pleasure Rack is mentioned.
I make no pronouncements on these matters, but report them as I find them.
Arrive at your own conclusions.
I wish you well,
On one side of the tent there stood, with its straps, a Pleasure Rack.
Targo squinted at the Pleasure Rack at the side of the tent, perhaps looking for perspiration stains on the straps.
"Gag her and put her in the rape-rack," he said to a man.
I regarded him, startled, as I was dragged from his presence. I would be secured in the rape-rack, the ready spoils for the victor. I did not know why I would be gagged.
The young men of Bran Loort gathered about him, encouraging him. Thurnus stood to one side, not seeming to pay them attention.
With a cry of misery I was thrown onto the beams of the rack. My left ankle was thrust into the semi-circular opening in the lower left ankle beam and the upper left ankle beam, with its matching semi-circular opening, was dropped, and locked, in place. My other ankle was similarly secured in the separate matching beams for the right ankle. The rape-rack at Tabuk's Ford is a specially prepared horizontal stock, cut away in a V-shape at the lower end. My wrists were seized and my hair and I was thrown down on my back, wrists held in place, and my head, too, by my hair, in three semi-circular openings. A single beam, with matching semi-circular openings, on a heavy hinge, closes the stock. It was swung up and then dropped in place, and locked shut. I was now held in the stock, on my back, by my ankles, wrists and neck. I could move very little.
"How do these things work?" I asked, looking at the rack.
"Jason, please!" she whispered.
"I note that you are not yet branded," I said, "nor, I suppose, are these others."
"Jason!" she pleaded.
"Speak," I said.
"We were put on the racks as free women," she said, "that we, the women of the enemy, be properly humiliated. Too, is it not a rich joke for the men of Ar that more than a thousand of the free women of Vonda adorn their pleasure racks, fastened down like slave girls, their use available for a tarsk bit to the passers-by?"
"Yes," I smiled, "it is a rich joke." The men of Gor are fond of such jokes.
"And only after this, our profound humiliation," she said, "will the men of Ar, if it should please them, see fit to permit us to be divided into lots, and be branded and collared, and sold into slavery throughout the towns and cities of Gor."
"Splendid," I said. "Splendid!"
She looked at me with horror. "Are you a man of Gor?" she asked.
I shrugged. I did not know.
Then again, suddenly, she lifted her body to me. "You have aroused me," she whispered. "You know you have aroused me, and cruelly."
"You lift your body like a female slave, Lady Tima," I said.
She groaned, and lay back. She moaned.
The blonde a few racks down was now sobbing with pleasure. She was alone.
"Masters, Masters," she called. "I am only a tarsk bit! Please touch me!"
"What a slut she is," I said.
"Yes, Jason," whispered the Lady Tima.
"These straps seem to hold you quite well," I said.
"I am absolutely helpless," she said. "Touch me, I beg you!"
"The pleasure rack is an interesting device," I said. I examined the wooden wheels, the levers. In virtue of the axes of the device and the various gears and pinions, and the joints, braces, fitted, sliding boards, notches and lock points, it can be adjusted to a variety of positions. To be sure not all the pleasure racks were as sophisticated as that on which was bound my former Mistress, the former female slaver, the Lady Tima of Vonda. This device, like some of the others, had doubtless been brought from the city, perhaps dragged forth by shackled men of Vonda hauling on wagon ropes.
"Jason," begged the Lady Tima.
"I have never seen one this close before," I said.
"Jason!" she cried.
"You look well on your knees before me," I said.
"Jason," she wept.
I then bent her backward, and then, lifting and turning her, examined the left side of her beauty, and then the right. I then put her through a variety of positions, more experimenting with the possibilities of the apparatus than anything else, though the experiments had their aesthetic value, for the Lady Tima was a lovely woman. "Fascinating," I said. "Jason," she protested. I then, as I had grown more proficient with the device, used it for one of its two major purposes, that of exhibiting and displaying its helpless prisoner. Its second major purpose, of course, is to hold the woman in any position one pleases. I rotated her to her back. I then turned away. "Jason!" she cried.
I turned back, again, to face her.
"You have humiliated and abused me," she said. "You have turned me about and examined me on the rack as though I might be a slave girl! You have cruelly aroused me! You cannot leave me now!"
"I can," I told her.
"Please come back," she wept. "Touch me! Touch me!"
"Do you beg it?" I asked.
"Yes," she said.
"As a slave?" I asked.
"Yes, yes," she said. "I beg it as a slave!"
"But that is lower than a mere slut," I said. "Surely you remember the blonde girl," I said, indicating the girl some racks from her.
"I beg it as both a slut and a slave," she said.
I then went slowly to the rack. She looked up at me, frightened. Then I fastened her in position, spreading her legs uncomfortably apart. Then, looking down upon her, I spread her legs by another four inches.
Then I had her.
She cried out as I, half spinning her about, tore the cloth from her hips.
"It seems your master forgot to brand you," I said.
She snatched back the cloth and, angrily, tearing it and pulling it, refastened it about her hips.
"Take me to a pleasure rack," she said.
"You are a free woman," I said. "Go yourself."
"Never! Never!" she said. "You know I cannot do that!"
"Master," said a voice. "I am a slave. Take me to a pleasure rack!"
I looked down. Kneeling on the tiles of the piazza at my feet was a naked slave.
"I have not forgotten your kiss," she said. "Take me to a pleasure rack, I beg you!"
I thrust the slave ahead of me, and we pressed through the crowds. In a few Ehn we had crossed the piazza and come to the racks. There were two sorts, refined, adjustable strap racks, with beddings of flat, soft, crisscrossed straps, with sturdy stud-and-eyelet securing straps, and simple net racks, little more than sturdy wooden frames within which was slung a netlike webbing of rope. In these racks, if one wishes to secure the woman within the webbing, simple cords are used. There were also some trestles. I took the slave to one of the net racks. The strap racks were all in use.
I saw the free woman who had worn the brief cloth about her hips near the racks.
I threw the slave on her belly on the netting and then turned her to her back. I had her place her wrists and ankles through the netting in certain fashions. I did not bother securing her in position. I then joined her on the netting. In moments, gasping, looking at me wildly, gratefully, she was in the throes of slave orgasm. To arouse a free woman to the point of orgasm, even the sort of which she is capable, takes, usually, from a third to a quarter of an Ahn. The reflexes of the slave, on the other hand, for psychological reasons, and because of her training, can be much more easily, profoundly and frequently activated. This is not really surprising. The free woman, after all, is a free woman, and the slave is a slave.
"Buy me," said the slave, intensely. "You have money. Buy me, please! I will serve you well!"
I kissed her, and withdrew from her; in a moment I stood beside the rack, adjusting my robes.
"May I break position, Master?" she asked.
"Yes," I said.
She removed her hands and feet from the netting, slipped from the rack and came to kneel before me. She put down her head, and kissed my feet. The marks of the rope, where she had lain on the netting, were on her body. She then looked up at me. "I did not mean to be forward, before," she said. "Please, forgive me. Beat me, if you wish."
"I have been in agony for two Ahn," she said. "I am now ready, of my own free will, to go to a rack."
I looked down at her. Women are very beautiful on their knees.
"Please," she said, "- Master."
"Precede me," I said.
She rose to her feet and, frightened, trembling, I behind her, made her way through the crowds.
At one point we were literally stopped in the press.
"Paga?" asked a fellow, waiting beside me. We exchanged swigs. Then, in a few moments, the crowd loosened and, once again, I followed the female.
She came to the foot of a rack and stopped, regarding it. It was one of the strap racks, not a simple net rack, or rope rack. It was now open. Frightened, she crawled upon it, and then lay on it, on her back, on the broad, soft, flat, smooth, comfortable interlaced swaps.
"I have never been on a rack before," she said.
"Not all of them are this comfortable," I assured her.
"I do not doubt it," she smiled. The comfort of the slave may or may not be taken into consideration by the master, as it pleases him. They are only slaves.
"You are a free woman," I said. "You need not go through with this."
"Touch me," she said.
I reached to one of the straps. It was a holding strap. These straps are adjustable. I would take it twice snugly about her wrist and then, angling it, press the cap-topped stud at the end of the strap, from the bottom, up through one of the small, sturdy, suitable eyelets on the same strap. No buckles are used. The occupant of the rack, of course, because of the nature of the cap-topped stud and the eyelet, cannot, from her position, free herself. She is helpless. The arrangement, thus, is not only such that the girl finds herself, when the straps are on her, held in perfect custody, but this custody, in virtue of the nature of the studs and eyelets, may be easily imposed or removed, a convenience to the handler.
One of the guards attempted to distract her, calling her attention to a new model of a pleasure rack.